Post by DR AARON SHUTT on Dec 10, 2011 3:57:28 GMT 9.5
Aaron Shutt
[/center]SHUTT is joining us from NEW YORK. This 52 year old is going to celebrate his next birthday on 19th AUGUST. He’s usually very WARM | HELPFUL | PERCEPTIVE and is really quite good at HELPING OTHERS WORK THROUGH THEIR PSYCHOLOGICAL PROBLEMS
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Welcome to TERRA SANCTUM.
full name: Aaron Shutt
celeb face: Adam Arkin
gender: Male
species: Human
ability/abnormality: None
occupation: Neuropsychologist
age: 52
secrets: is a relapsed Jew, who wishes he could be more faithful | Hasn’t dated since his wife died, 7 years ago | He stopped seeing his own psychiatrist a year ago. He rationalizes it by convincing himself that he didn’t want to risk telling her about the Sanctuary accidentally. Really, she thought he was repressed and there was a possibility that he may snap someday. | Is better at hand to hand combat than he admits, due to bar brawls and fight clubs when he feels self-destructive. He loses less often than he’d like.
likes: books | computers (an even better way to keep up to date with information) | coffee (an addiction gained through med school, even though his Doctor has told him to cut down) | food | helping people | Bullseye, the abnormal bulldog (But not Dart, the parasitic beaked creature co-existing inside Bullseye)
dislikes: hierarchy | getting old | diets (they never work) | exercise (except for boxing, but shhh… that’s a secret)| jocks
strengths: always there for others | a good psychologist | good organization skills
weaknesses: weak sense of identity | not at his most physically fit | his empathy can be easily manipulated
personality:Aaron Shutt is a neuropsychologist, always willing to listen and/or lend a shoulder to cry on. He’s a good man who will bend over backwards to help a stranger. He isn’t so kind to his friends though, as he’s more acerbic to them. He always tries to help a person in need, but will often snap if somebody tries to get too close to him. He sometimes resents his lack of ability to say no.
Aaron Shutt is a thinker. Even though he’s a psychologist and no longer a neurosurgeon, he still reads up on the newest theories of both fields and beyond. Aaron has an innate desire to understand everything. He spends a lot of his life rationalizing the behavior and actions of others, as well as a lot of time contemplating before he acts.
Beneath Aaron’s sweet and helpful exterior lies a troubled soul. He’s smart and perspective when it comes to others, yet he is repressed and numb when it comes to his own feelings. He hides it well, choosing to help others work through their problems rather than dwelling on his own.
history:
((This is a bit long, so I've posted a bulletpoint version in the reply. That still manages to be quite lengthy. Erm, sorry.))Aaron grew up in a diverse but poor area of New York. Gang wars were not uncommon, but Aaron managed to stay out of that lifestyle. He had few friends, but they were of all colors, creeds, nationalities and religions.
When Aaron was nine years old, he saw his best friend knocked down in a hit and run. Rafi didn’t look to have a scratch on him, but he wouldn’t get up. Rafi was later declared brain dead. That’s how Aaron’s life-long obsession with the brain started.
Aaron studied hard from then on, staying out of the way of the man he believed to be his father, trying to make his mother proud, hoping to see her smile again. Thankfully, they split whilst Aaron was away at University. However, by that time, it was easier to keep in touch by phone. Aaron’s relationship with his mother became habitual, no longer personal.
School was never a safe place for Aaron. A lot of kids took out their pain and anger out on him during High school. A few of the teachers didn’t take too kindly to being asked question they didn’t know the answer to. Aaron understood this. He never fought it. He only ever intervened when he saw others being tormented. In those cases, he counseled both the bullies and the victims, successfully, for the most part.
When Aaron was offered a full scholarship to a prestigious New York University due to his IQ and test scores… nothing much changed. He still studied hard, listened to everybody's complaints, and tried to be an all-round nice guy. But he did meet Camille. She was two years younger than him, but he very much wanted her to like him.
In the end, she was the one to kiss him first. Only because they’d been at her front door step for over an hour and she was desperate to pee. Aaron was a thinker, not one to make the first move, but that was okay. Camille was willing to lead.
Aaron proposed the day he received his acceptance into University of Illinois College of Medicine at Chicago. Aaron was scared about being in a long-distance relationship. Camille noticed. Aaron didn’t have to ask. They got married in Chicago, and made a home for themselves there.
The trouble was that as soon as Camille married Aaron, she became part of him. Aaron had a nasty habit of neglecting her, as he did himself. He never even noticed she was unhappy until she filed for a divorce after over a decade of marriage. It hurt. It made him question himself, but he accepted it and loved her enough to let her go.
He carried on working at Chicago Hope hospital. He had done his residency there, developed a specialty as a neurosurgeon, and made lists of the top specialists in the country. That was until he almost died of a brain aneurysm, age 40.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to mentally recover. However, his motor functions and hand-eye coordination took longer to return. Aaron was incapable of performing surgery.
Aaron didn’t let his near death experience prevent him from doing the only thing he knew: trying to heal others. Becoming a psychology resident at his age was very demeaning, but the little time he was allowed to interact with patients made it all worth it.
It took over a year before his surgical skills returned: A year of running the neurosurgery department whilst merely being a resident in the psychology department; a year of double paperwork; hiring other neurosurgeons and watching over them; arguing with paper pushers who declared the medicine his patients needed “too expensive”; counseling a bipolar genius for over a year and becoming his friend, only to have him commit suicide unexpectedly; A year of Aaron trying to do it all, or at least know of it all. And still Aaron pushed on.
Once Aaron’s surgical skills returned, he was back into the operating room as well as the therapist’s chair. However, he started to second guess himself. Aaron always overthought things, preferred to play things safe. When the parents of a 7 week old baby with a brain tumor begged him to operate, Aaron did the only thing he could. He called somebody else in.
That person was Dr. Gina Simon. He was young. She was beautiful. She was smart. She had a confidence that Aaron lacked, and yet she had faith in him. They were a good team. Aaron didn’t want to spoil that by asking her out, even though he desperately wanted to.
Eventually, she made the first move, sick of the tension. Aaron still wanted to maintain a professional relationship. He wasn’t big on public displays of affection. He didn’t know how. She taught him, and he loved her for that. He was no longer afraid to show it.
He was heartbroken when she miscarried from an ectopic pregnancy, but he never grieved for the child he lost. He didn’t know about it until it was too late. He had no expectations about fatherhood. He couldn’t miss what he didn’t know. Aaron tried not to think about it.
He was quick to propose after Gina’s miscarriage. She declined at first. Aaron wasn’t surprised. She wasn’t very good at letting herself be looked after. Aaron understood that. He loved her though, and was no longer afraid to show it. She loved him, and he was gentle and reassuring. Eventually, she began to trust him with her body, mind, heart and soul again. He helped her heal.
They were married at the hospital, four months later: a quick ceremony before work. They were married to the job as much as they were to each other, but they both understood and supported that. They supported each other.
The honeymoon was eight months later, when they were finally able to both get away from work at the same time. To make it extra special, they went abroad, to London.
It was raining, but they still went walking in the parks, sharing kisses under an umbrella. They’d been there a week (although time meant little to them compared to how they felt) before Gina started feeling ill. Then she collapsed.
Aaron’s memory of what happened next is blurry. He remembers the ambulance; the Doctor who declared her pregnant; and the disbelief. He couldn’t get excited. He knew something was wrong. Aaron wanted to get her to Chicago Hope, but she was too weak to fly. Gina was dead the next day. Aaron had to fly home, without her body.
He no longer belonged at Chicago Hope. He could no longer perform neurosurgery, as it wasn't the same without her. He drove all his friends and colleagues away with his obsession, even if it did take years. They assured him it wasn’t a conspiracy. It was a tragedy, but not a conspiracy. Aaron couldn’t believe them. He turned his back on his friends, the people trying to comfort him. Aaron returned to New York, thirty years after he left.
There wasn’t a day that went by without Aaron thinking about Gina, but Aaron never cried. He convinced himself that the only reason he thought about her was that he was never satisfied as to the cause of her death. He was a Doctor, damn it. If he couldn’t save people, he could at least understand why they died. He struggled to make sense of her death.
There were lots of people in New York that Aaron could make sense of though. Aaron was working before he knew it. Helping schizophrenics get help from free clinics, convincing the depressed not to jump and talking people through their strengths. Most people just need someone to pay the slightest bit of attention to them. Aaron was the man to do so.
Eventually, he had to set up his own clinic, charging those who were able to afford it so he could pay for the meds of psychiatric patients who couldn’t. Aaron was never in it for the money, although he was horrified to realize people scammed him out of it in the past. It was about helping others.
His patients in New York were many and varied, but one stood out more than the others. Particularly: a functioning schizophrenic, complete with full-blown delusions. Aaron listened in awe, as he heard tales of impossible creatures with amazing powers, secret organizations who strived to protect both humans and abnormals, Sanctuary for all. Aaron almost wanted to believe.
After four months of sessions with this patient, Aaron was prepared for pretty much anything to come out of her mouth. He wasn’t prepared for “I’m sorry about Gina.” She’d gone before he had chance to respond.
After Aaron had dug out the paperwork the woman had filled in all those months ago, he made a copy of the address and looked it up. It wasn’t on a residential street, he knew that much. It was in the middle of nowhere, which, for New York, was quite impressive.
Aaron had heard all sorts of crazy stories and legends about the place whilst growing up: Haunted house; mental institution; a paranormal zoo. Aaron never took much stock in the stories, but he understood why a delusional schizophrenic may list it as their home. He started to walk away.
As with everything to do with Aaron, the woman had to make the first move. She invited Aaron into the Sanctuary, giving him a guided tour. Everything she had told him was true: the technology, the abnormals, the knowledge. It was a lot to take in, yet Aaron’s reply was “I knew there was a reason I didn’t do house calls.” Aaron often joked to relieve tension.
The relaxed atmosphere didn’t last long, as Aaron finally was able to learn what happened to Gina. She was never pregnant. It was a spore that hatched inside her. Killed her. She always did stop to smell the flowers. Aaron never did. He probably never would now.
If Aaron was honest, there was a small part of him that hated all abnormals due to the fact that a spore killed the love of his life. But he repressed that. He was fascinated by them more. Once Aaron saw the library inside the New York Sanctuary, it was almost impossible to get rid of him. So he stayed, rapidly becoming part of the furniture, almost.
Aaron has been there ever since. He is the guy who makes the coffee, the guy who drinks it with you whilst you chat to him, the guy you ask if you couldn’t remember a random piece of information, or where a certain book was. He’s unthreatening, friendly, nice and normal. For now.
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Hello! My name is Maria and I'm excited to be here. I've been roleplaying for about 2 years now. Other characters on this site that belong to me are Henry Foss. My time zone is GMT +1:00 (UK) and that's all you need to know about me! Oh, and this is what an average post for me looks like:
Aaron woke up with a book strewn across his chest. He carefully placed it on his bedside table, and set the coffee machine to work whilst he had a quick shower. The shower did nothing to wake him up, but the coffee finally did. Only after his first sip could he even think about getting dressed.
Aaron thought about dressing in casual wear, but he honestly preferred wearing suits. Anything that helped him to look dapper in his old age was definitely welcomed by Aaron. He even wore his favorite tie.
His first stop of the day was to a reasonable sized enclosure, complete with kennel. The tiled floor had been scratched and the dog bed had been chewed beyond recognition. Toys had been ravished. Food and water had been spilled everywhere. “Oh, Bullseye.” Aaron sighed. The bulldog rushed to his side immediately.
“I don’t get what you have to be anxious about, Bullseye.” Aaron told the dog. “You knew I’d be coming to see you. And what happened to that sweater I gave you?” Bullseye dug up the sweater and peed all over it, before nuzzling Aaron’s hand. “Charming.” Aaron noted, raising his eyebrow.
Suddenly, a chicken-like creature shot out of Bullseye’s mouth and attached itself to Aaron’s arm. “Let go, Dart!” Aaron replied calmly. “I wasn’t talking about you. Although I don’t find you very charming, either!” Aaron used his free arm to tap on Dart’s beak. Dart eventually let go, and returned to its home inside Bullseye.
Aaron found it remarkable how the two creatures could co-exist. Most parasites kill the host. Aaron knew that all too well. Yet Bullseye and Dart lived in relative harmony. It was amazing. Still, Aaron shouldn’t be too lenient on Bullseye because of it.
“It’s not that I don’t love you, Bullseye.” Aaron continued, joking with a straight face. “It’s just that I think it would be healthier for us to bond with others.” Bullseye sat on Aaron’s feet. Aaron sighed.
“What should I do with you, eh?” Aaron asked. It was a valid question. What do you do with a depressed dog that got so emotionally attached to his psychotherapist that he acted out whenever Aaron wasn’t there. What do you do with a dog that gets separation anxiety? Bullseye simply rolled over. Aaron rolled his eyes, but he rubbed Bullseye’s tummy any way.
Aaron thought about dressing in casual wear, but he honestly preferred wearing suits. Anything that helped him to look dapper in his old age was definitely welcomed by Aaron. He even wore his favorite tie.
His first stop of the day was to a reasonable sized enclosure, complete with kennel. The tiled floor had been scratched and the dog bed had been chewed beyond recognition. Toys had been ravished. Food and water had been spilled everywhere. “Oh, Bullseye.” Aaron sighed. The bulldog rushed to his side immediately.
“I don’t get what you have to be anxious about, Bullseye.” Aaron told the dog. “You knew I’d be coming to see you. And what happened to that sweater I gave you?” Bullseye dug up the sweater and peed all over it, before nuzzling Aaron’s hand. “Charming.” Aaron noted, raising his eyebrow.
Suddenly, a chicken-like creature shot out of Bullseye’s mouth and attached itself to Aaron’s arm. “Let go, Dart!” Aaron replied calmly. “I wasn’t talking about you. Although I don’t find you very charming, either!” Aaron used his free arm to tap on Dart’s beak. Dart eventually let go, and returned to its home inside Bullseye.
Aaron found it remarkable how the two creatures could co-exist. Most parasites kill the host. Aaron knew that all too well. Yet Bullseye and Dart lived in relative harmony. It was amazing. Still, Aaron shouldn’t be too lenient on Bullseye because of it.
“It’s not that I don’t love you, Bullseye.” Aaron continued, joking with a straight face. “It’s just that I think it would be healthier for us to bond with others.” Bullseye sat on Aaron’s feet. Aaron sighed.
“What should I do with you, eh?” Aaron asked. It was a valid question. What do you do with a depressed dog that got so emotionally attached to his psychotherapist that he acted out whenever Aaron wasn’t there. What do you do with a dog that gets separation anxiety? Bullseye simply rolled over. Aaron rolled his eyes, but he rubbed Bullseye’s tummy any way.
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